She told him in no more than a whisper
Some more than others
Not the setting of a crimson sunset
Or the outstretched wings of a majestic jay
But the inside of a watermelon
The color of its juice
The bruise I feel on my thigh
The color of my hair
I am told is rich chestnut
I am told is rich chestnut
I wish to see past what nature presents to the world
He responded with frustration
The currents of electricity that buzz so ferociously
Atoms that compose the art of my body
The rays of light that enable me to see
All the abstractions that shape my thoughts
Love. Time. Pain.
Not the vastness of the ocean
She eagerly rejoined
Or the radiance of leaves in spring
Not the pure white flakes that fall in December
Or the tallest mountain ever to be discovered
But the words written in my favorite novel
The shape of my mother’s face
A candle slowly guttering
You want to see beyond that?
I have seen a freshly made bed
He spoke to her gently
The swirl at the top of an ice cream cone
The grey clouds that gather before a storm
Though it has only made me want more
Though it has only made me want more
How is the moon the mother of tides
Without even a touch?
How does an invisible weight tug me back down?
Without even a touch?
How does an invisible weight tug me back down?
Why is the eye tricked by illusions ?
If I were to wake one day
Her voice began to shake
With eyes that worked like yours
I suppose I would want to see more
More than stripes, and dots, and colors
And if I were to wake tomorrow
His tone turned tender
His tone turned tender
With pools of darkness instead of clarity
The moments I now find trifling
Would become the fantasies that haunt you
The moments I now find trifling
Would become the fantasies that haunt you
Inspired by All the Light We Cannot See,
Anthony Doerr